Waybao Raps - Lately Lyrics

Running up bands is second nature
All my females give me favors
Paper counting for the bankers
Told the money see you later

Burning 1's like a hater
Street smart without a major
Always give your girl the tip like a mother f*cking waiter

Running up bands is second nature
All my females give me favors
Paper counting for the bankers
Told the money see you later

Burning 1's like a hater
Street smart without a major
Always give your girl the tip like a mother f*cking waiter

Lately been on all the spiritual shit
That thank god that he blessed me with this miracle shit
Yet all these rappers still tryna come steal it and shit
And all you claim you tote poles but you not really with it

And if I really wanted smoke bitch you know I would get it
And I be wishin some of the rappers would come testing my limits
Cause bitch I'm vicious, ambitious, while I be countin them digits
And like you're sitting on the bench I'll never give yo ass minutes

Man I'd be livid if the man I hated started counting stacks
But that's me so I understand why all you haters steady mad
Cause you broke and I be chasing after signs like zodiac
And if you thinking about pressing me just back back

Cause man that's word to my bros
All you bitching like some hoes
Cause you rapping like you got your bars from the dollar store

And if your raps set the bar, man you know that shit be low
Cause all that talkin with no action got you froze like

These diamonds that I got not Fiji bitch they VVS
And like I was the dirt all u hoes just got me pressed
Bitch I'm only runnin with the best cause all my homies chasing checks
And all you rappers think you good give it a rest

I left all the bullshit fakes in the past where they belong
Always hyping up a boy but when I'm down they ass be gone
Always sayin that shit fire then they dissing on the song
Sayin what I makes an L but you been taken them all along

Man that shits crazy, ain't it?
How all these people showing love but to your back they hating
Or how these people poppin pills just to say they faded
Or maybe I'm just the one that's too opinionated

Bitches hatin thanking, they gone get under skin
We they don't really know how f*cking thicc that shit is

I'm talkin 2 c's bitches come to please me
But when the hoes seeing you they be sayin bitch please

Try to come at me you gon get stung just like the rest of these rapper
Just end you and your career and leave yo head on a platter
Matter if fact I could care less about that jip jip jappa
Cause I be cold as mother f*cker with lean in his bladder

Cause I don't take nothin for no one I ain't with that pressing shit
Cause I will swoop up your auntie and your momma and your bitch
I don't carry choppas that boy Tristen got the clips
F*cking with your main girl play operation with my dick

You open up the door I put my clothes on then I dippin
She keep blowin up my phone cause she addicted to what the dick did
My spirts stay lifted, cause I don't need no bitches
To tell me I am clean when I am counting up my digits

Been independent since 10 I do not pretend for no females
And to the fake people with fake bands you gonna end up raising hell
For your selves cause being real really does pay you quite well
So if you really need some help I got bars here for sale

Running up bands is second nature
All my females give me favors
Paper counting for the bankers
Told the money see you later

Burning 1's like a hater
Street smart without a major
Always give your girl the tip like a mother f*cking waiter

Running up bands is second nature
All my females give me favors
Paper counting for the bankers
Told the money see you later

Burning 1's like a hater
Street smart without a major
Always give your girl the tip like a mother f*cking waiter